When I think one way
the outcomes are all but the same.
Living with the repetition that resides in my head.

Disappointment
Resentment
Guilt
Shame

Makes me think that they're all right
and imperfectly the same.

Perhaps I am ill
for if I come to terms
what will be of me?

Could I live the my life
suffering alone?
I’d rather live alone
than voice my openness
about my

broken/ness.